Her Little Secret: Threesome Desires, #3

By Ana Vela

Three is so much better than Two! 

An unexpected encounter in a club one night leaves Anne with a sexy, shameful secret. She dives deeper and deeper into a world of pleasure like she's never known before. 

Now, she wonders if she's past the point of no return as she shares her dark, spicy secret with her husband. 

Will he turn away? Or will he take her lust further than she ever imagined? 

Fans of Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You will love this spicy hot romance story with strong, independent women and sexy alpha heroes. 

Warning: This book contains hot and heavy action, spicy descriptions, and sultry times. Read at your own risk...or delight! 

Praise for Ana Vela: 
"Things heat up fast and I liked the storyline...Good characters and great chemistry throughout. Plus it's very erotica and sexy." 

"Good story, good read and I really liked the author's writing style. I would highly recommend this one."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfaro Press
• Release date: Jan 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781516320417

Book preview

Her Little Secret

It was too dark in the club to see the white mark on her third finger where her wedding band usually marked her as taken. Here she was, just another girl looking for a quick, sweaty embrace and a nameless hand reaching her in a shadowy corner.

The woman in her arms was perfect. Her red curls were damp and a drop of sweat shone on her forehead as she pushed her hips back and forth against Anne on the dance floor. She reached around to push her round bottom into her as she moved to kiss her bottom lip. Everything stopped around them as Anne sucked on her tongue and heard her moan into her mouth. Anne's nipples hardened and she was suddenly aware of nothing but her wet tongue lapping and the moist throbbing between her legs, her tiny cut-offs suddenly uncomfortably tight as she felt the girl grinding against her.

Anne grabbed her by the hand to lead her to an empty corner, pushing her up against the wall and nibbling the pouty lower lip that was making her crazy; at the same time, she found herself moving her hands up under the short skirt that barely concealed what Anne had been imagining all night. The redhead's tiny sliver of panties was soaked through before Anne reached them, and it almost brought her to her knees to find the girl that wet. She never mentioned modesty or suggested a more private spot when Anne slipped two fingers inside the fabric. She did nothing but shiver under Anne's hand as she stroked and fondled her pulsing clit that was more than ready for her. The girl came quickly, biting her lip and working her hips against Anne's nimble, sure fingers and sighing into her neck as she spasmed and soaked her with cum.

Anne pulled her fingers out and placed them in her mouth to taste her sticky sweetness, looking into the redhead's eyes as she sucked her index and middle finger and drank her down. She loved her scent, and it was taking every bit of Anne's willpower not to sink to her knees and rub her face on the sweet panties before pushing them aside with her tongue and ravishing her.

Anne felt the vibration and knew it wasn't just the ache between her own legs. It was the phone in her pocket. Jammed in there along with her wedding ring, the two things belonged together, and Anne knew that the text message from her husband would be more impatient than the last one about when she was coming home. Torn between her almost impossible need to take the girl to the nearest bed and the thought of all the lies she would have to tell if she did, Anne groaned and whispered in the redhead's ear, I've got to go. She tugged on her lower lip one last time with her teeth before heading toward the door.

The redhead called, Give me your number as Anne walked back to her real life.

Anne answered without turning. I can't, she said and forced herself to continue before she could think about what that answer entailed.

The light from the TV highlighted Nick's face in its glow. His mouth open, snoring, Anne was relieved not to have to blurt out the lie she had planned in the car on the way home. She never really thought she could pull it off while the current of her true desire was so obvious and white hot—her mumbling something about meeting with people that he couldn't confirm, dressed as she was, her nipples hot and pointed, standing at attention throughout the conversation. She kissed his cheek and pulled a blanket over him, grateful that he had saved her from having to explain.

Alone in their bed, wearing the large t-shirt that had replaced sexy lingerie years ago, Anne knew that sleep would elude her and instead reached into the nightstand to find the vibrator that would bring her relief. She turned on the toy, brought the tip to her fluttering clit, and almost immediately felt the waves of the orgasm that she could have had so quickly with the redhead in her arms. She brought the toy up to her mouth and licked her own cum off the tip, eyes closed, Anne could see the girl's dripping, soft, pink flesh over her face and imagined that she was moving her hips against Anne's tongue while she was face down in Anne's gushing wet cunt. Cumming again, she pushed her left hand into her mouth to silence her cries while her right worked the vibrator against her trembling pussy. Her last thought before falling asleep in her own warm puddle was to toss the toy back in the drawer in case Nick made an appearance in the night.

*****

She was running late, as usual, pouring her coffee in the to-go cup and juggling the briefcase and the laptop, rummaging for keys, when her husband walked in. Nick's face shone with sweat and his breath came in short bursts as he spoke. Good morning, sweetheart. When did you get in?

Late. Anne wouldn't look at his face now; the lie that she never told was still questionable and vague. You were asleep.

He grabbed her hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. His morning bulge would have been obvious had she turned his way. You should have woken me up, baby. I missed you.

Anne finally looked him in the eye and saw his smile—the one that had made her fall in love with him in another lifetime—and slowly slid the briefcase and computer onto the kitchen counter before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. Their lips met, and Nick sighed and pushed up against her skirt before she pulled away.

Tonight? he asked as she gathered her things to leave once more.

Maybe, Anne answered as she left.

*****

The day had been long, and Anne was padding from room to room, barefoot and unbuttoning her suit jacket as she opened mail. She was in the bedroom unzipping her skirt when the doorbell rang. Zipping up quickly, she ran down the stairs and opened the door to see the redhead on her doorstep.

Anne couldn't breathe, and a kaleidoscope of fantasies ran through her mind as she stood in silence.

The redhead spoke first. Gonna ask me in? she said, and the baggy, black t-shirt she was wearing slipped off one shoulder, revealing a bra strap that Anne suddenly pictured sliding off her creamy, white body. She couldn't ask her in, still unable to speak, and although her brain screamed a warning, her hand grabbed her arm and pulled the girl through the foyer and into the living room. Anne's lips found her mouth, open and about to speak again when Anne silenced her with her tongue. Probing into her, she pulled away only to yank the t-shirt over her head before sucking her bottom lip—which she had never completely stopped thinking about—back between her teeth. Anne pushed her down onto the beige couch where her husband had been sleeping the night before and crouched over her, tasting the redhead's neck, running her tongue along her collarbones before she moved the lacy fabric of her bra down to reveal her naked breasts.

The redhead moaned as Anne tasted the soft curve, first under one small breast and then the next. She touched her pink rosebud nipples and rolled one into an aching point between her thumb and index finger before suckling her. She could feel the redhead's hands in her hair as she pressed Anne's head down to keep her there. Anne brought her hands up to squeeze her firm breasts together so that she could easily move her head and open mouth back and forth, running her wet tongue over both of her tasty nubs, sucking and licking, grazing her with her teeth. She couldn't hold back any longer and kept her mouth on her delicious skin while she moved her fingers down to slide under the panties that had brought her to the edge last night.

The redhead moved, though, and murmured, No, not yet Instead, she pulled Anne down to the couch and knelt on the floor, her hands moving Anne's skirt up, tracing her fingers up and down the inside of Anne's stockings and up the straps of the garter belt. Anne gasped when she kissed the front of her black panties, knowing that the woman had already found her erect clitoris, so obvious and so needy under the wet fabric. The redhead reached up and hooked her thumbs under the material, slowly sliding the last barrier between Anne's soaking desire and the redhead's eager mouth down, tossing them aside.

She kissed Anne's swollen lips before sliding her tongue between them. Anne never covered her mouth to stifle her cries as she had last night, when she had masturbated to the girl that was now between her legs. She trembled under her sweet caress and knew that she would soak her face in a matter of moments. The redhead pinned her hips against the coach so that she couldn't move while her tongue quickly flicked in exactly the way Anne had imagined she would, bringing Anne quickly to the edge. Anne reached down and cradled the girl's head in her hands as she gave in, filling her mouth with cum, feeling her suck her full clitoris between her lips as she drank Anne down, the first of what Anne imagined would be endless orgasms on the girl's mouth and fingers.

The redhead was moving her again, turning her on the couch so that she was on her knees, her thighs trembling. She felt her wet pussy quivering with the last wave of her orgasm.

God, baby, I want you so bad, her husband's voice was whispering in her ear. Anne shook her head, the fantasy quickly dissolving as she felt Nick pushing his cock into her with one thrust. Touch yourself, honey, he directed her while pushing in and out, hands wrapped around her cheeks as he bounced her against the back of the couch. "I want to watch you